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IN WHICH EEYORE LOSES A TAIL AND POOH FINDS ONE The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?"—and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

El Cuento que van a escuchar hoy es “La historia de Tomas el gato” narrado por Maribel. Érase una vez tres gatitos pequeños, y se llamaban Mitones, Tomas y Pitusa. Tenían sus propios abrigos de piel muy queridos; y se deslizaron alrededor de la puerta, jugando en el polvo. Pero un día su madre—la señora Tabitha—esperaba a sus amigas para que tomaran el té; Así que trajo a los gatitos dentro de casa, para lavarlos y vestirlos, antes de que llegara la buena compañía. Primero les frotó la cara, luego les cepilló el pelaje, y al fin les peinó la cola y los bigotes.

THE BROWN BIRDS One fair spring morning two bonny brown birds sat on a lilac bush twittering and chirping:— "Chee, chee, cheeree. Where shall we make our little nest?" "Make it here in my branches," said the maple tree that grew by the garden gate. "Many a nest have I held in my arms. Make it here." The maple tree was strong and green and beautiful. Its wide-spreading branches reached from the garden path far over the road beyond the gate; and they rocked like a cradle in the wind that fair spring morning. Oh!

THE LITTLE KING'S RABBITS One morning when the little king woke up, all of his pet rabbits were gone, and nobody, not even the owl who had been awake all night, knew anything about them.